Reclined upon a tapestried throne
Silence.
Contemplation.
A tangled web goes ‘round and ‘round
Visions of restlessness plague me!
As the Weaver Of Destiny
Tallies the ties I have lost.
A weaver skilled is she
Wisdom burning in her myriad eyes
The strands so different, yet the same.
Why mourn the sacrifice?
Where is the pain of loss?
“What you see shall be returned,” says she.
“You are the wellspring of life.”
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Ena Whiteraven (a.k.a. Henry) uses elements of mystery and fantasy to inspire readers to seek truth and embrace imagination and creativity in an increasingly dark world. Some of her work has been featured online at The Poetry Bar and The Positivity Press. She also appears as a guest blogger on Spiritually Awkward Magazine / A Life Of Virtues.
In her spare time, she also enjoys reading, gardening, paper and nature crafting, learning new skills, and living the simple life. She’s also an active member of the private Facebook group Exploring Angels.
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